Written and directed by Ken Wiederhorn. Starring Thom Mathews, James Karen, Michael Kenworthy, Suzanne Snyder, Dana Ashbrook, Marsh Dietlein, Phil Bruns and Thor Van Lingen.
Plot: some little kids find more “zombie barrels” and release more toxic gas that once again revives the dead.
Three kids find the barrel, while two grown men, Ed (Karen) and Joey (Mathews), go into the cemetery to rob from the dead. Automatically, we wanted them to die because you don’t disrespect the dead. Anyway, two of the little monster kids release the toxic gas and go home very sick. Little do they know that they’ve also released the Tarman inside. The third boy, Jesse (Kenworthy), visits one of the two boys, Billy (Lingen), and finds him very sick. Knowing that Billy opened the barrel, Jesse goes to check it out. He finds Tarman there who promptly tries to eat him, but not before he gets the Army’s number off the side of the canister.
Meanwhile, the gas has been released and the people in the cemetery start to wake up. They attack Ed and Joey, but Ed and Joey have already been poisoned by the gas. Just like the first movie. There’s even a joke in there where Joey says that all this seems so familiar to him. Haha.
Jesse tries to warn his sister, Lucy (Dietlein) about everything, but she doesn’t want to hear it, so he calls the Army instead. Eventually, while on the run, Ed, Joey and Joey’s girlfriend, Brenda (Snyder), end up Jesse’s house with him, Lucy and the cute, young, cable guy, Tom (Ashbrook). They all run to the neighbor, Doc Mandel (Bruns), who has a car they can use and that’s when the real fun starts.
It’s funny. There’s excellent dialogue. It’s rewatchable. There’s an excellent motive of course because they’re zombies and they need brains. The ending is terrific, unlike the first movie. And the cast is terrific as well. Look for a Mitch Pileggi cameo as one of the soldiers who comes to try to fix everything.
DJ still gave it more points than I did, but I really liked this one as well.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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